Since both the people in charge of Reivaj Group were absent, Jade began to feel worried and was ready to leave after she met up with Javier that day. Javier accompanied Jade and met up with Thomas, leaving behind his phone number and promising that someone would be contacting Thomas within half a month.Javier was definitely going to have to return to Xerxes Village to check up on its development, but he did not have to be worried about the progress. After all, Chad was sending out men to manage the project, while Mary Jane would handle the finances, so there was nothing Javier had to be worried about. After Javier and Jade were done bidding the villagers farewell, they met up with Edelgard. Throughout the day, Jade and Edelgard had ended up building up a pretty decent friendship. They were as close as siblings, in fact. However, Edelgard was very embarrassed when she saw Javier. After all, she had spent the night with her newfound sibling’s boyfriend.Although it had been
After they returned from Xerxes Village, there was only one day left before Javier would have to head home.Javier did ask Jade whether she wanted to join him or not, but she refused. Jade was especially embarrassed in certain aspects, as she had no idea how she was supposed to introduce herself to Javier’s family.Thus, Javier did not force her to go any further. ‘She’s going to come back with me someday, so there’s no need for me to rush this.’After bidding Jade farewell, Javier took his luggage with him and rushed to the airport. On his way there, he passed by Ciel’s house and thought of the pitiful woman, so he made a detour to visit her. Javier immediately understood what sort of life Ciel had been living when he saw the bowl of gruel with measly greens in front of her. ‘I’m sure she’s living as poorly as this because her father squandered all their family’s wealth due to his gambling addiction.’ “You’re here. I…”Before Ciel could finish, Javier dragged her out wit
Ciel felt completely embarrassed. She was in the midst of doing it tens of thousands of meters above the ground, which was usually something very exciting.However, what was even more exciting was the sudden appearance of a fighter pilot peeping through the porthole…Javier scanned the fighter jet outside and told Ciel, “There’s a switch right next to you that brings down the curtains. Just press it.”Ciel hurriedly pressed the red button by the window and the curtains gradually covered up the porthole.Finally, Ciel felt a lot less embarrassed, but she very quickly asked in shock, “Why are there fighter jets outside?”Javier replied, “They’re part of our convoy.”Ciel then asked what a convoy was, but Javier did not explain. After all, he was with a sexy, seductive woman at the moment, so why would he spend his time chatting away when he should be having fun?Of course, the fighter jets were part of a convoy meant to protect the main plane. Otherwise, the economy of Javier’
Somewhere north of the Pacific Ocean, near Navatte Bay, sat an island about 200,000 square meters: Lustmord. It had been purchased as a permanent residence for the current patriarch of the Kersey Family, Zephiel Kersey, long ago.‘Zephiel.’It sounded airy, like a name one would give a wind billowing from the west…a zephyr. But anyone acquainted with Zephiel knew he was more than a puff of air—he was as sly as a fox. An old fox.He was indomitable when it came to his business conquests, and few people could match his prowess.He sold arms to many of the smaller countries, and his weapons made up most of their arsenal.He was not directly involved in politics, but a few prominent political families in Sammius had close ties with him. It was not an equal relationship either, as he was the monetary backbone. They acted as the political front vying for power, while he provided enough funding to sustain an election campaign.That was who Zephiel Kersey was. An elite. One of the few pe
Sigmund was his parents’ precious little baby. The McLaren P1 GT parked next to him was proof.Unlike its sibling, the P1 GTR, the P1 GT was better suited for city asphalt. A 3.8-liter twin turboV8 combined with an electric motor produced a maximum output of 735kw. Even the Ferrari 488 pista, known as the “most powerful V8 engine in Maranello marque history”, could only output 530kw of power.The P1 GT was a roaring beast of steel and fire; a tyrant on the road. It was also limited-edition. There had only ever been three P1 GT’s produced in the entire world.And now, a beast worth millions of dollars belonged to 13-year-old Sigmund Kersey thanks to his remarkably spendthrift parents.Seeing Javier coming out of the car, Sigmund spat out the cigarette in his mouth and leveled a glare of contempt at him. “Don’t think Wyatt protecting you meant jacksh*t, *sshole. I stood down because I respect Wyatt enough. You don’t mean sh*t. Of course, you should know all about your own worth by no
Marjorie’s snarl managed to get Sigmund to stop.And yet, Javier proceeded to swing two more times at the battered woman’s face.She immediately burst into tears. “What the hell do you want?! I told my son to stop! Why are you still hitting me?”An apoplectic Sigmund began to look around in a rage, as if searching for something. Javier noticed his actions and let out a shrill snicker. “What, you’re looking for a rock to smite me with, brat? Don’t bother. Just grab your car and try driving over me! If you do it right, your mother will be caught under the wheels with me too! You wanna have a go?”Sigmund was almost frothing from rage, and yet there was nothing he could do. He had never expected that b*stard to drag his mom into the crossfire like that. One might even say he had failed to account for the possible ramifications of his reckless provocation.Javier ignored the panicking-but-hapless boy and turned back to his aunt and her puffy, wounded cheeks. “You really think this is
Ciara’s heart was devoted to Javier. It was steadfast, stalwartly, his.She had nothing to ask for. All she wanted was to be with Javier. To enjoy being protected by Javier forever, but not in a brother-sister way.She just wanted to be with Javier forever and ever.It was why even after being rejected, she just wanted to dwell on this longer with Javier. And yet, right when she’d wanted to do this, someone just had to ruin the moment with an irritating harangue, and a terribly blistering one at that.It p*ssed Ciara off. She could tell from the voice alone that it was Uncle Arthur, a.k.a Sigmund’s father, a.k.a the most useless guy on the entire island.Arthur Kersey had been named after a legendary king people genuinely regarded highly, so Zephiel had probably hoped that his son would lead the country to greatness like a king of the past. And yet, “lesser” Arthur must have grown up ignoring his father’s wish, because instead of being King Arthur, he was just King *sshole.Arthu
After his lunch with Ciara, Javier took a shower and napped on his bed. At night, the butler visited them and told him Zephiel had returned.Javier rose, bade his sister good evening, and followed the butler to the large, cement-and-tile house on the center of the island.Zephiel never liked staying in mansions and high-rise buildings. He loved his cement-cast, red-tile roof cottage too much. He’d even constructed a fence around it, where reefs and rocks had taken up residence, and changed the soil to plant crops. Javier had never understood how his grandfather managed to grow crops on the back of reefs and the saltwater trapped deep within, but then again…he had money. Money could buy anything, and that old sly fox had so much money that he could build his own nuclear bomb.Javier entered his courtyard and found his nearly 80-year-old grandfather shadow-fencing. Despite his advanced age, he was still bursting with health and brio, even though his hair and beard had turned snowy-whi
As Bernadetta launched a barrage of kicks against the restaurant door, Mrs. Greene summoned 120% of her strength, holding the fort. The older woman had made a living terrorizing others with absurd accusations and downright unreasonable demands, but this time, she had met her match. Bernadetta James put the “man” in the word “woman”—in that she resorted to violence as soon as things escalated. In the end, it took both Mrs. Greene’s apology and a deal to provide Javier and Bernadetta with three days’ meals, all free of charge, to make the young woman stop. Then—“because I actually have a weakness against people sincerely appealing to my better angels,” according to Bernadetta—she amended the peace offer, changing the three days’ free meals to…a week’s worth. Back in the inn, Javier expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Bernadetta for rescuing him. “I can’t thank you enough for standing by my side when I needed it the most, Bern. But I can thank you a bit more if you refrain from using t
Mrs. Greene opened her flap and unlocked the floodgate, the spit during her tirade so profusive that she could water an old lady’s lawn. “It’s him, officers! It’s all him! He did this to his own camera just to remove himself as a suspect, but we know better than that! He’s the guy who stole my goddamn lingerie!”She turned and trained her finger on Javier. “You vile, disgusting, degenerate piece of sh*t! Ptooey!”‘Back at you! I'd rather spend the night with my left hand than with you!’ By this point in the morning, Bernadetta had arrived at work. Her heels clicked onto the floor as she sauntered toward the commotion. As soon as she heard what had transpired, she laughed, looking clearly amused. She trained her perfectly manicured finger on Javier and piled on. “Oh, it was him. I can testify to that! He stole Mrs. Greene’s bra because he is…the Lingerie Phantom Thief! By day, he is Javier Kersey. At night, he is Jo Ker, the Bra Stealer!” Javier threw his arms up in exasperation
Javier shook his head. By the time his vision was back to normal, the dog was gone. It had escaped! “What kind of hell spawned this little sh*t?!” Javier wondered to himself aloud. “Was this really an effect of the world changing? Is this an example of mutation because of the Storm? Or is there something else at play?”Baffled and unsure what to think, Javier returned to the dorm and told the residents to open the door. Inside, he found Florence huddling the frightened kids closely. She was white from fear, and yet in the presence of vulnerable kids, she had assumed the role of the protector without a second thought. “Hush, it’s alright! It was fake. Someone pulled a terrible prank and put on this white sheet and…” Javier made up a fib to explain the haunting away exactly because the truth could land him in a mental institution. No one would believe him—and for good reason too!Javier drove Florence back to the Yuzuian restaurant, where the latter’s electric scooter was. While
A resentful wail—interspersed only by sobs that sounded more like someone was being strangled—was echoing in the middle of the night while Javier and Florence could not see even a single soul out there? Animated by the power of “hell, naw!”, Florence dove into Javier’s arms for protection. Her hands were clasped firmly on either side of her head, hoping to block out the ghastly demand in her ears. Her eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that even a crowbar could not pry them open.Javier himself was just as terrified. He would have felt better if he could see the source of the voice rather than just hear a woman sobbing about getting her head back. At least he would know what he was up against! But just hearing it without any visuals at all?! Nooooope!Then, Florence hugged him in a “help-me!” sort of way. She was soft and supple—damn, that sexy figure in combination with her silky-smooth skin sure was welcoming. She was warm, and damn did she smell good! Nothing competed with fea
The dog barked in protest as it pointed its paw at Javier with the intensity of a mob before executing a monarch. The flames in its eyes were so bright that they could incinerate Javier into ashes in milliseconds. In the end, though, all that protest was for naught. Constance tied it up in the parking garage, while Javier watched in glee. Ah, sweet, sweet revenge! The stupid dog had thought it could set him up, had it? That would teach it!The look the Pomeranian shot him almost felt like a threat: ‘Just you f*cking wait, hooman!’‘Wait for what? How much can a stupid b*tch like you do to me?’ Javier scoffed in his mind. Now that the four-legged pest was gone, Javier turned back to Constance and talked about the new orphanage. As it turned out, despite the old woman’s sentiments for the building she had founded, she was a lot less obstinate and unreasonable as she might appear. “I mean, I don’t object to it completely. I know the new place is gonna be better, but…” She faltered a
Florence called half an hour later to tell him where they’d be having dinner. After leaving the inn in Bernadetta’s care, he hurried to the venue. Florence had picked a newly-opened Yuzuian restaurant. Javier had never liked Yuzuian restaurants, but since Florence had invited him, courtesy stopped him from asking the woman to change their meeting venue. He found Florence quickly enough and sat across from her. They placed their orders, and Javier began his performance: He started sighing and doing his best to look forlorn. It intrigued Florence enough to ask what was wrong, and Javier told her about his unfortunate beef with Constance that day.“It’s so unfair, man! Why would I bully a dog for no reason?” he moaned. “I’m sure Aunt Constance misunderstood. You’re a knightly, heroic, kind man! How could someone like you possibly get off on hurting a dog? I’m sure Aunt Constance was just too worried about the dog’s welfare to think things through. She didn’t mean it. I can vouch for
Herschel was dressed quite sharply today. It was the full ensemble—black leather shoes, black slacks, a white collar, and last but not least, the good old oil-slicked hair. The typical look of a high-ranking office worker, just as Javier had requested. Ordering him to get in his car, Javier asked, “You brought all the stuff I told you to?”“Yo, I would never forget the stuff my boss told me to bring. I’ve got all the preparations down pat. You can check ‘em if you don’t trust me,” Herschel replied. He fished an ID and some documents out of his leather bag. “See? All the documentation a journalist in the most important room of a news agency would have.”After a round-check and some instructions, Javier sent Herschel on his way to complete his mission. The man was strangely reluctant, though. “Boss, you told me you decided to work in that inn, right? Does that mean, you know, that you’re gonna call me ‘boss’ while you’re there?”Javier had almost forgotten he had mentioned this. It
Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’And then it feigned—yes, feigned—a yawn as its one last measure to cover up the fact that it had been laughing smugly to itself. ‘What. The. Actual. F*ck?!’ Javier thundered in his mind. ‘B*tch’s a natural actress! What’s it doing here instead of being interviewed on a talk show after becoming viral on TikTok?’In combination with Russell’s report, the incident inside the director’s of
As Javier was befuddled, Constance rushed in from outside and picked up the white Pomeranian gingerly to carefully check its injured leg.“Oh, baby, what’s the matter? Did you hurt your leg?”The white Pomeranian whined in pain and began twitching upon hearing Constance’s concerned question. This upset Constance so much that she admonished him sternly. “Mr. Kersey, I thought that you were a loving person, but I can’t help doubting your motive now.“I’m skeptical about you taking good care of the kids here when you’d even hit a cute dog!”Javier felt extremely offended. When had he hit the dog? He hurriedly explained, “Madam Hellman, I didn’t do anything!”Constance asked angrily, “You didn’t do anything? Why would it suddenly limp now and whine so pathetically? Why did it hurry over to me? Give me a reasonable explanation!”Javier was in distress as well. “How would I know? It was fine when I was carrying it just now, but it wanted to get down on the floor, so I carefully placed